And we, with Nature's heart in tune, Concerted harmonies.

'T was then we luvit ilk ither weel, 'T was then we twa did part: Sweet time-sad time! twa bairns at scule- Twa bairns and but ae heart.

Mournfully, oh, mournfully, The midnight wind doth sigh, Like some sweet plaintive melody Of ages long gone by.

I 've wandered east, I 've wandered west, Through mony a weary way; But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day!